I had found a way to regulate my breathing as I descended the stairs, my phone in hand. It had rang earlier, followed by a text—all from Carol. “Girl, where are you? They’re about to have dinner. Waiting…”
As I surfaced, eyes darted my way. The known faces were all seated around a large table while other guests sat at other tables in the hall, about to feast. There were two unknown faces at our table too. Two powerful-looking men like John’s age. Were they lords too?
I could see my mother, John, Mariah, Connor, Bianca, Chris, and Carol. I didn’t spot Zayne.
“Where have you been? Where is Zayne?” My mother asked as I approached their table.
“I…I wasn’t with Zayne.” I responded.
“Oh, someone said he followed you upstairs I think.” My breath hitched. It must have been Jeremy the person
